“Never mind, pretty stepmothery; don’t ask questions, for they won’t be answered. If all goes well, I’ll tell you on my return.”
Mr. Fairfield looked serious.
“Patty,” he said, “you know you’re not to do anything unbecoming or ridiculous. Don’t you go and sell goods behind a counter, or anything extreme like that.”
“No, sir; I won’t. I promise not to put myself in the public eye in any such fashion. And you may trust me, father, not to do anything of which you’d disapprove, if you knew all about it.”
“That’s a good Patty-girl! Well, go ahead in your mad career, and if you keep your part of the bargain, I’ll keep mine.”
Patty started off, and this time she gave Miller an address not so far away as before. When he brought the motor-car to a standstill, before a fashionable millinery shop, he felt none of the surprise that he had when he took Patty to what he considered inappropriate places.
“Now, Miller,” said Patty, as she got out of the car, “you are not to wait for me, but I want you to return here for me at five o’clock.”
“Here, Miss Fairfield?”
“Yes; right here. Come exactly at five, and wait for me to come out.”
“Yes, Miss Fairfield,” said Miller, and Patty turned and entered the shop.